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poem: shy wallflower

I sit and stare,
I dream and mourn.
I daydream of fresh air,
Though my insides are torn.

My petals are dark,
My leaves are withered.
I lie in the trees bark,
And my soul is feathered.

Though it may seem peculiar,
This is just skin.
It encapsulates my armour,
Say goodbye to the dead skin.

I sit along the wall,
Though I prefer to be in the sun.
To grow, to nourish, to be small,
To have fun in the sun.

My petals are gone with the wind,
The little confidence that is left.
My stems are bind,
My heart even bind.

Label me a killer,
My lips are venom.
Tell others I am still her,
For I ascended to heaven.

It is dark in my petals,
My insides are wrinkled.
Where the nectar settles,
My self esteem twinkles.

Pressed into the corner by day,
Shrinking into the corner of the wall.
Do you know I am present,
Am I even here at all.

Is there a magical rule book,
That tells you how to be.
All the right things to talk about,
That everyone has but me.

I am withering away slowly,
A flower deprived of sun.
Longing to belong to,
Somewhere or someone.

I think of you,
My dear shy wallflower.
Others may not see you,
But I assure you that I do.

For you are gentle,
Also quite fragile.
Celestial songs of mental,
And day dreams of sunnier days.

Pour my love into you,
My shy wallflower.
For you to posses my happiness,
My dear shy wallflower.

Yours truly,

               Elana McClendon

This is my writing. I didn't forget; I have been very busy lately. I will continue to write more. Bye guys!!! ❤